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I haven't tried this but I think it sounds great: Overnight Breakfast Rice Pudding https://www.homemadenutrition.com/2015/03/13/overnight-breakfast-rice-pudding/?mobile=1

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I used to do that too. But one time I heard a comedian talking about that. He said that if there really was someone hiding in there, waiting for you, looking wasn't going to help you get away or defeat the person -- you would still be a goner anyway. Somehow that clicked with me & made me stop looking. :lol: I'll just go for the element of surprise, I guess. Omg. I wish you hadn't reminded me of this. When I was a kid, my grandmother killed a snake in our yard. For years & years & years that incident somehow sparked a certainty in my mind that this would be an issue I would face. It took years of looking before I finally (slowly) started giving up this practice. But, now, I don't know.... I might have to start checking again. I guess I am ok with the surprise of someone in the shower but not of a snake in the toilet. I have other fears that are not irrational. BUT, the irrational part is that saying what my deepest fear is will somehow make it more likely to happen. So I never speak of it, even though I know saying it out loud will not make it more or less likely to happen.

I can't help it either. If I see someone trip in public, I bust out laughing. If they look like they might have sustained an actual injury, I don't laugh, but otherwise, I just can't help myself.

Another one. When I was a kid, I went running out onto our screen porch. Except the sliding screen door to the screen porch was closed, but not quite. (I guess I didn't see it because it was dusk.) I hit the metal edge of the screen door so hard with my face that it actually bent into a profile shape of my forehead & nose.

This wasn't me, but remember those Flicker brand "safety" razors? My best friend (I guess when we were around middle school age -- age to start shaving) got one of those. Said her mom got it for her because it was a safety razor & you couldn't cut yourself. She's saying this as she's rapidly swiping it across the palm of her hand to demonstrate this to me. What it demonstrated was that safety razors can indeed cut skin... quite a lot of it. :scared: and :laugh: With a different friend (middle school age again), I was on a porch swing under our deck. The yard was really sloped & the deck was quite high (more like a story & a half, rather than just one story). My friend & I used to like to swing on it until we got high enough to put our forearms flat against the bottom of the deck. So we were doing that & were at the apex of the swing when I heard a pop. I looked to the left (the side I was on) & started seeing life in slow-motion. The chain on my side of the swing was slowly floating downward through the air. Next thing I remember, I was sitting on the far side of our yard. My friend was in the dirt/mud underneath the swing w/ the swing half-hanging on top of her. The eyebolt snapped. When my side came loose, it flung my end of the swing wildly out & I flew out. I'm lucky I didn't hit deck posts or our fence. I must have blacked out briefly as I flew through the air. When the end whipped back, my friend was dumped out & the swing landed on her. Our biggest concern was that she was wearing a pair of new white shorts & her mom was going to kill her for getting the shorts dirty. My mom washed & cloroxed the shorts about 4 times for my friend before she went home. :lol: Another middle school story. Two guys were goofing off, shoving each other around in the hall. I was getting stuff out of my locker & my right hand was up on the top shelf getting my books. One of the guys slammed into my locker door. The metal was flimsy enough that it bent with my hand still in the locker & LOCKED shut. I had to use my left hand to do the combination to unlock my locker because I couldn't pull my hand out. I've broken my arm (roller skating), but that was fairly normal. (My sister had one arm in a cast & one arm in a sling at the same time, from different incidents.) Last year, I was pet-sitting for my sister. A tropical storm blew through & knocked out power. After it was out about 14 hours, the house was so hot, I thought her dogs would keel over from heat exhaustion. I took them out in the backyard at 3am, figuring it had to be cooler out there. It was pitch black (cloudy, no lights anywhere in the area). Suddenly, I heard a splash. I thought the dumb one of her dogs had fallen in her pool. I turned to run toward the direction of the splash & hit her other dog (huge black lab -- the oversized ones -- are those English? -- about the size of a small pony) at full speed. It catapulted me over him & I landed sprawled out on the concrete. I had been holding a decently large flashlight & I think that saved my face as my arm was crushed under me but that kept my head off the concrete. My legs were ripped up (I was in shorts) & the tops AND bottoms of my toes were sliced & diced (wearing flip-flops). I am lucky I didn't knock myself out &/or fall into the pool while knocked out. After rolling over onto my back, I realized that both dogs were staring down at me (so obviously the dog hadn't fallen into the pool). I then realized the reason I could see them staring at me was that the power had just come back on; the noise I heard was the pool pump kicking in & gurgling loudly because of all the trash/debris in the pool. I limped into the house & could find only ONE band-aid in the entire house. I slapped it on the biggest cut (under my knee), not cleaning any of my wounds. At that point, I hurt so badly but was so glad for A/C & sleep that I fell in to bed & figured I would deal with infections or gangrene the next day. :laugh: I ended up sitting on/leaning against ice packs for days afterward because I hurt so badly from the impact. I guess it was similar to being in a car crash. A couple of weeks ago, I opened my car door too quickly & jammed the top corner into the soft tissue right above my collarbone. I must have had internal bruising for quite awhile because it hurt for many, many days & my shoulder has some residual pain from it even now. My sister has always been known as the klutz of the family, though. I'm the normal one who usually doesn't get hurt.

My dc (older teens) & I went to see The Hitman's Bodyguard tonight. It's completely violent, profane, predictable, & still funny even so. If vapid action movies are your thing (esp. for summer) this is a good choice, as long as you don't mind curse words (which is actually part of a repeating & funny element of the storyline). You know, it's Samuel L. Jackson & Ryan Reynolds & they are totally riffing on some of their standard stuff. Total popcorn movie that we thought was fun. But it would not be fun if you find any of that stuff offensive. Relatively safe (edited) movie trailer: Avoid this trailer (seriously) if curse words bother you (this is the unedited version like the movie): Saw some promising movie previews tonight too, such as Molly's Game, American Made, & Kingsman: The Golden Circle. (Even though I didn't really like the first Kingsman that much overall -- other than Colin Firth being in it -- I may give this series another chance & go see this one.)

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Like Garga, I love movies in the theater. I will see them more than once if I love them. But, it has got to be on the big screen. I don't like watching movies on a tv screen/at home. If I don't see something in the theater, it is unlikely I will see it. It's like I need the whole "movie in a theater" experience. Love, love, love it.

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